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 Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 7:43 pm
 In the backdrop, a sea of purples and blues filled the horizon from east to west and sheathed the trees of the wood with its color. This was dusk in Midland during the fall months, a glorious blend of cool, gentle winds intertwined with a scene so breathtaking that it nearly sent a mistling or two into brief comas. Today was on the chillier side, but the winds chose to counter that by standing still, offering very little to listen to as the sun set and nature prepared for the night. In an open field, beneath the gnarled roots of the biggest tree in the pasture moved quite the dreary black female. The oak she called home groaned as the mistling bumped against it, comparable to the pinch of a mosquito bite on a whale, and then fell into a deep silence.
"Old friend." The mistling cooed, rubbing her paws against a spot she had smoothened over time. "You are getting so old. I should feel sorry for you...but oddly I am jealous. You get to see the world." hopping down to all fours, little Blackbean Rippened circled the innards of her burrow before plopping down on gathered straw, all of which was covered with a single cloth. "You get to watch scenes change, make new friends, even if from a single spot. My time will come and go...I envy you old friend." From where she sat, the rays of light spilled into the den and onto the floor nearer to the entrance. She watched it for quite some time, the pools of that same blue and purple slipping further and further out the mouth of her burrow until it barely touched the grass just beyond her sights.
The mistling was young, yes, but had very little to live for outside of her harvests. With no family near by and not a mistling to call friend, Blackbean felt locked to this life lived alone. When winter months were fast upon her, it was especially rough; often a mix of depression mingled with the frustration of nothing to do leaving her moody and unwilling to go out and enjoy the seasonal weather.
"Oh!" the female groaned, rolling onto her haunches briefly. "I can sense you are angry with me...I'll go." most would find her insane, but Blackbean was a naturally talkative soul and, with no one around to listen, would talk whether or not she was heard. "No, no, it is alright. Do not try to stop me; I need the fresh air anyways." shaking off the doldrums, she crawled out from beneath the tree and up one of the lifted roots.
Looking out from her perch allowed for a great view of the plains. The grass was already beginning to turn brown, the naked trees were swaying while their fallen leaves blew off in the winds, and she could even see the small plot of land just a few feet away that usually was filled with plants, but of course was now barren. Sighing, Blackbean wiggled back to lean against the body of her home and began fiddling with the brown bag around her neck.
"Just not fair..."
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 10:18 pm
 The seasons were changing and it was evident with the leaves color and the interchanging weather. Sharphorn was busy taking notice of the changes in the weather rather then his job. Here was a guard with his head in the clouds, that is, if the clouds were shaped like women. Sharphorn went on his merry way down a pebble path. He paid no mind to town folks that passed him as he went. Mainly, because the town folk passing buy were not of the female race. So onward the not so attentive guard strolled. He strolled for a while until there was no more pebble path but only grass. Sharphorn carried onward despite the lack of path. He could have turned around, but where would the fun be if he just went back to town? Threw the thick of the grass the mistling traveled. It wasn't until he spotted dark figure did he travel back to earth. Oh baby, she was a hottie. The 'guard' strolled on up to her feeling rather confident.
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Chobi_Chocobo Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 10:41 pm
She was slumped forward, eyes low and on her brown sack while tossing it to and fro between paws. This was not her first winter, not even her second, but the third she had experienced and what would have been easily explained had turned into something more complicating. Her questions, irritations, and fitful outbursts were unexpected to a mistling so accustomed...if she can even be considered such. Why did winter even come around? It made no sense to the mistling, one so connected to nature; Blackbean just could not see why a cold, dead season was necessary.
Perhaps, she pondered, it would all be answered in time.
The strange mistlings scent caught the youth by surprise as a shuffle of feet made themselves known. Jerking forward onto her forepaws and scuttling to the arch on her root, Blackbean squinted to make out the approaching critter. Crystal blue eyes watched the lean frame saunter, a shimmer of purple reflecting off his own gaze and peaking her interest. With no crops to tend to or anything else to distract herself with, Blackbean rose up onto her back legs and tucked one of her front paws near her chest, using the other to shield her face from the setting sun.
His antlers offered the girl comfort, always finding her own a bit lengthy and far too distracting a feature. She assumed others would be too focused on them rather than her flowers or vegetables, and that was something Blackbean could not live with! Taking the rather steep leap to the ground, she shook out the flattened fur of her back and pressed her lips together firmly.
She wasn't...exactly sure how to speak to others just yet.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 10:52 pm
Sharphorn had a sideways all to pleased smile on his maw. It looked as if the guard was all to pleased for him self.
"Please please, no need to jump down for me darlin. " He gave her a cheesy wink. "What's your name sweetie? I'm Sharphorn the town guard. I guess its my lucky day it would be raining angels." The male flashed her a grin and slicked back a small tuff of fur with his free hand.
He wasn't one to beat around the bush. Sharphorn was known to be a self proclaimed ladies man and he was known to get into a lot of trouble around town for his flirting ways. Leaving his post also gave him a bad rep. The guard didn't see the need to constantly stand his post though. There were so many other interesting things in the world, one of them happened to be standing infront of him.
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Chobi_Chocobo Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 8:52 am
Wow...he only spoke one word and already the femme was damning herself! Had she only stayed inside, despite the sorrow, she would not have to deal with this; a meet and greet with what appeared to be quite the cocky little fellow would not have happened and she could merrily be on her way in dreams or around the forest. Fate was so cruel...Breathing heavily, Blackbean prepared herself for conversation. At least she was thankful for the company; sort of. "You know what, you are right! I should not have jumped down." Grinning, the moody mistling turned and clawed her way back onto the root, positioned in a way to look down on Sharphorn.
What's sad is that Blackbean is not always this cruel. In fact, she is a nice girl when the weather was right! Spring and summer, by all means come and interact. She can and will fill you with information on all her goodies and what she does for Midland that no one knows about...but now, in this mixture of glorious fall and dreary winter, nothing kind could be said about her. Arching a stiff brow, the mistling flattened her belly against the wood and clicked her teeth a few times as if in thought.
"Sharphorn aye?" her words were callous even with her attempts to be cordial. It must have something to do with the cheesy line he spat, those kinds of things never settling well with the female at hand. "Guard of the town? What town?" Regardless of how cranky she could get, company was not often passed up; even if she had to taunt and tease those who approached her! With no real care about this town, Blackbean tilted her head to one side and looked to hold some sincerity in the stare.
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